Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.